Epilogue 2

Washington DC, home of Jim McLane, acting head of the BPRD. Five days after the bombing

Olivia and Shirley sneak inside the house through a crack in the ceiling. Still in mist form the two thralls explore the house.

“I have our target with his wife in the bedroom...”

“Nothing on my side, except for the two agents in the car outside I do not have the impression that there’s anyone else guarding this guy.”

“Weird, either they do not take us seriously or there has been some serious budget cuts... anyway, we don’t have all night, let’s get to it.”

Amidst a pile of fluffy pillows and buried under an humongous comforter Jim McLane and his wife are sleeping. Mrs McLane is snoring like an overfed bear as she has been for the last twelve years. To face the problem, Jim had to adopt a pair of earplugs he puts in every night.

Around the bed the twins bath in the smell of the old couple. They let the hunger grow slowly.

“Mrs McLane? Mrs McLane? Wake up Mrs McLane...”

As soon as the woman opens her eyes, she meets Olivia’s gaze trapping her in the girl’s web.

“Hush Mrs McLane, we do not want Mr McLane to wake up just yet...”

Olivia seats by the face of the woman, while her sister sneaks below the covers, sliding along the long legs, reaching for the old disregarded snatch.

The tip of her tongue brushes against the cap of the clit sending waves of terrified pleasure to the old woman.

“You will help us Mrs McLane, we will make you one of us and you will help us stop your husband in his absurd and murderous quest. You will not kill him, you will not turn him, you will not make him your **** but you will make him love you. We need him to keep his wits, his intelligence so you will make him love you like he has never loved you. You will make him addicted to your bite and for that you will get to live forever.”

As her sister explains to their soon to be thrall the parameters of the agreement, Shirley licks the woman’s pussy thoroughly, with dedication and love. As any other vamp she keeps little memory of her transition to her new life but in the glimpses she does remember the beautiful slit of her last kill as a hunter and she has grown quite obsessed with the female genitalia licking.

“Now, we will turn you, you will have your husband take some well deserved holidays, just a week or two, just enough time for you to get him seriously hooked to your fangs. And then when he comes back to his office you will contact us. Is all this clear to you?”

“Yes...”

“Good... let’s proceed...”

Mrs McLane, already well on her way for her first orgasm in years explodes when the four fangs of the vampire twins simultaneously dive into her sweaty flesh.

Jim McLane grunts in his sleep and turns the back of his bald head on his turning wife and the two vampire twins feasting on her blood.